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  Relationship:
      Oma_Kokichi/Saihara_Shuichi, K1-B0/Oma_Kokichi, Amami_Rantaro/Oma
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      Oma_Kokichi, Amami_Rantaro, Saihara_Shuichi, K1-B0_(Dangan_Ronpa)
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      do_now_bitch, i_might_skip_some_of_these_if_i_dont_understand/am
      uncomfortable_with_them, but_the_list_of_things_that_fall_under_that
      category_for_me_is_short_so, lets_do_this, Fluff, Smut, Kissing, this
      will_update_slowly_and_inconsistently, 100_Kinks_Challenge, The_Pocky
      Game, Sloppy_Makeouts, Blow_Jobs, Couch_Cuddles, Anal_Fingering
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      Published: 2018-02-21 Updated: 2018-02-23 Chapters: 3/100 Words: 3044
****** 100 Kinks ft. Best Boys ******
by vriskabby
Summary
     Collection of one-shots of SaiKiibOuMami from the 100 Kinks Challenge
     Aka kinky best boys (Some of these will be canon-universe, some will
     not)
     Will add more tags as we go weeeeeeeee
Notes
     Am I really doing this instead of finishing my 80000+ word, 17+
     Chapters WIP?
     You bet your sweet ass I am.
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Kissing (OumaSai) *****
Chapter Summary
     (Summary) Ouma's secret 6th Free Time Event: The Pocky Game
     (Universe) Canon
     (Chapter Rating) Teen
     (Genre) Fluff, Smut if you Squint
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Saihara Shuuichi approached Kokichi Ouma, who was staring off into space
outside the dorms. After some time, the detective had grown fond of the
reckless boy and had even come to enjoy spending time with him. He was
confusing, and wildly unpredictable, but that mostly just added to his charm. 
Between the constant fear and heartbreak of losing their classmates, he had
found a way to escape the despair in the small boy's games. They were a good
distraction. 
As soon as the purple-haired boy laid eyes on him, he immediately perked up and
ran towards the detective with a smile. 
"Saihara-chan~! Did you come to play with me again?" 
"Sure, I have some time, Ouma-kun. But I thought you said you were done trying
to kill me?" Saihara's eyes flickered to the bandaged hand on the small boy,
reminding him of how their last 'game' had ended. 
"Well, duh, cause I already killed you, remember?" Ouma sprung his arm up to
poke Saihara's chest, right where his heart was. The small boy winked
playfully, causing the detective's face to flush red. "That means..." Ouma
stepped closer and raised himself on his tip toes, whispering into Saihara's
ear. "We're lovers now... So we should play the kind of games that lovers play,
riiiiight?" 
Saihara felt his heart skip as Ouma's breath ghosted against the shell of his
ear. The small boy pulled back to face him with a smirk. Saihara knew Kokichi
was probably just messing with him as usual, but he couldn't help but blush
from ear to ear at the bold provocation.
"W-what kind of game would that be...?" Saihara asked nervously, trying to
collect his dignity. He was pretty sure he knew what Ouma was talking about. 
'The kind of game lovers play,' that could only mean... 
"Why, the Pocky Game of course!" Ouma gleefully replied. 
"...Huh?" Saihara was dumbfounded by how innocent the request turned out to be,
and silently shamed himself for letting his mind wander elsewhere. Though, that
was probably part of Kokichi's plan. Saihara rubbed his temples in
exasperation. Even if he had grown fond of the small boy, he still found him
absolutely exhausting at times. 
"Hmm? I said the Pocky Game! What were you thinking about, Saihara-chan?"
Saihara ignored his teasing. "What is the Pocky Game?" Saihara questioned,
earning a snort from the smaller boy. 
"Jeez, Iruma-san was right, you are a total virgin!" 
"H-hey! That's..." It was true. He knew what pocky was, but he had no idea what
kind of game you could make out of a simple snack. He was also unsure why that
indicated that he was a virgin. 
"Come to my room, and I'll show you!" Ouma grabbed his wrist as he took off,
dragging the detective behind him. 
"Uegh! Ouma-kun, I didn't even say yes!" 
"Doesn't matter, dummy!" 
 Ouma swept him along with his whims as the two of them made their way up to
the top floor of the dorms, stopping just before the small boy's room. Ouma
released his grasp on his wrist as he opened the door to his room. Saihara
wondered if he should follow, taking a tentative step forward. 
"Ah ah ah! You aren't allowed in here Saihara-chan! I've got detailed
blueprints for the murder I'm planning all over the place." Ouma held out a
hand to stop him, spouting nonsense at the confused detective. 
Saihara frowned. "That's not funny, Ouma." 
"Sure it is, you just have no sense of humor, my beloved." The small boy stuck
out his tongue before disappearing into his room for a few moments. When he
reemerged, he held a small box of Pocky in his hand. Saihara briefly wondered
if he had acquired the item through the Mono-Mono Machine.
"M'kay, ready to play?" The small boy tilted his head innocently as he asked. 
"You still haven't explained the game, Ouma-kun." 
"Nishishi~ I'm sure you'll catch on." The small boy responded as he pressed a
hand against Saihara's chest, roughly pushing him to the hard floor. 
"Ouch! Ouma, what the he-" Saihara protested before being caught off guard by
the small boy wedging himself between the detective's legs. Without a word the
boy opened the box and pulled out a single piece of Pocky. Saihara raised an
eyebrow as he watched Ouma put the chocolate side in his mouth, staring up at
Saihara flirtatiously. 
Saihara gulped. He changed his mind, this wasn't innocent at all. 
Ouma inched his face closer until the opposite end of the stick poked against
his lips. Ouma blinked expectantly at him, and he understood the implication.
He nervously opened his mouth before resting the treat between his teeth. 
"M'kay, mow move closwer untiw we kish." Ouma muttered with the Pocky impeding
his speech. 
"Kish!?" Saihara flinched, trying to move away, but was caught by Ouma's grasp
on his shoulders. 
"Mhm! Ish da rules." 
Saihara felt his face heat up as Ouma closed his eyes and began chomping on the
snack, moving closer to the center. He briefly wondering if Ouma was telling
the truth about the rules of this game. However, as he stared down at the small
boy's relaxed and expectant face, he realized he didn't really care. Ouma was
really cute, after all. A little kiss wouldn't hurt... 
Saihara inched forward, munching on the stick as he got closer to Ouma's face.
He felt his heart pattering in his chest as he took another bite, just one more
nibble away from Ouma's pursed lips. Saihara lost his confidence, but Ouma
closed the gap between their lips with no hesitation. Saihara swallowed the
last bit of the Pocky as Ouma pressed their lips together gently. The kiss
tasted sweet and was so light that it made Saihara's head spin. 
He tenderly pulled away once he needed air, opening his eyes to stare into deep
purple orbs. Ouma's face was rosy and his eyes were half-lidded. He looked
so... pretty. 
Saihara cleared his throat, breaking the silence that hung in the air. 
"So, then... Did I win or...?" 
Ouma blinked out of his trance, before giggling. 
"Oh, that? I lied! The real win condition for the game is whoever gets to the
middle first, or doesn't pull away!" 
Saihara sighed. He figured as much. He couldn't really say that he was mad,
though. 
"If you wanted a kiss, you could've just asked..." Saihara bashfully admitted. 
"Where's the fun in that?" Ouma pouted. 
After the excitement wore off, Saihara came to the realization that they were
in a very public place. They were in the dorms, where anybody could walk in or
out at any given moment, and Saihara suddenly grew panicked at the thought.
Maki would probably have his head is she saw him like this. 
"A-Anyways, let's get up now. I'm sure the others are-" 
"Nu uh! I got you right where I want you, Shumai. You didn't think I would be
satisfied with one measly kiss did you?" Ouma's face grew mischievous as he
made himself comfortable in the flustered detective's lap. 
"But, Ouma! We can't just-" 
"Shut up and make out with me, Shuuichi!" 
Ouma clumsily crashed their lips back together, earning a surprised wine from
the detective. Ouma pulled away, nipping teasingly at the taller boy's bottom
lip. Saihara found himself chasing after his lips, trying to claim them within
his own. The detective found himself unable to think of the possible
consequences as he felt Ouma's mouth part slightly, giving him the tempation of
deepening the kiss. 
Saihara couldn't resist the small boy's charms as he slid his tongue inside.
The taste was sweet, of chocolate and grapes, and it was hot and wet as he
explored Ouma's mouth. Their teeth clacked together awkwardly, showing their
inexperience, but Saihara didn't lose his confidence. Especially with Ouma's
soft moans sending vibrations through their lips. The pale boy lazily wrapped
his arms around Saihara's neck, and the detective pulled him closer by grasping
his thin waist. 
They pulled away to gasp for air, before Ouma tilted his head to push his
tongue in from a different angle. It was extremely sloppy at this point,
wetness on the detective's chin, but he couldn't bring himself to stop as their
tongues danced around each other. Ouma occasionally pulled his tongue back to
lightly suck on the detective's lips before returning to his conquest. Ouma
gently threaded his thin fingers through Shuuichi's hair, gently moaning his
name between kisses. 
"Shumai..."
Saihara was so lost in Kokichi's lips that he hadn't even noticed when Kiibo
came out of his room. 
That is, until he heard the robot shriek in dismay. 
  
Chapter End Notes
     My true kink is Ouma saying Shumai thank you have a good night
     Pls comment and kudos if you like <3
***** Making Boundaries (Skipped) *****
Chapter Summary
     (Summary) N/A
     (Universe) N/A
     (Genres) N/A
     (Chapter Rating) N/A
Chapter Notes
     Yeah... I'm still making the ones I skip into chapters because my OCD
     won't allow me to make a 100 something challenge that isn't EXACTLY
     100 chapters...
     Also there is a chance that I will come back and fill it in later so
     \o/
     pls forgive, there wont be many chapter like this and ill only
     release them with actual chapters following them
Skipped because this topic is just too broad idk might fill it in later
Dont @ me
***** On the Couch (KiiOuma) *****
Chapter Notes
     (Summary) Kiibo and Ouma attempt to cuddle on the sofa. It kind of
     works.
     (Universe) Non-despair, Domestic
     (Chapter Rating) Explicit
     (Genre) Fluff, Smut, Tiny pinch of Angst
Cuddling with robots was hard. Literally.
Ouma’s robotic boyfriend lay still as a stone while Ouma readjusted himself on
top of him. Every time he thought he was getting comfortable, the cold metal
would chill his skin and the stiffness would cause him to squirm.
Aside from the lens-like eyes, grey metal skin, and seams where the metal fused
together on his body, Kiibo was rather human-looking. He wore regular clothes;
a white button up and blue jeans, and was anatomically correct to a tee.
He was so human-like that it was easy to forget he was a synthetic being until
times like these, when Ouma would feel a sharp pain crash into his head when he
tried to rest his it on the robot’s chest.
“Ouch! Why’re you so friggin’ hard, dumb robot!”
“Ouma-kun, we have been over this.” Kiibo sighed as he began to sit up. “Also,
is it smart to call me a ‘dumb robot’ when you’re the one dating me?”
“Stop making sense! Can’t you see I’m frustrated!?” Ouma bit his lip as he
pounded a fist against the dumb robot’s chest. It hurt.
“Ow! It’s impolite to hit people, Ouma!”
Ouma rolled his eyes at the silver-haired boy. It was maddening that the boy
could be so human. He had emotions, a personality, could feel pain and
pleasure, and yet he wasn’t even a living, breathing being.
Sometimes Ouma wasn’t sure what he could possibly see in a robot. They
constantly bickered; Kiibo calling him robophobic for simply stating facts and
being much too literal with every little thing. To top it all off, he wasn’t
even equipped with any cool sci-fi functions or conveniences that would make
life easier.
Even so, Ouma was uncontrollably fond of the stupid piece of scrap metal. When
they had started dating, it was originally supposed to be a fleeting joke. Ouma
had confessed his ‘love’ for the boy in an attempt to fluster him for fun.
Admittedly, he loved when Kiibo became flustered. For lack of a better word, it
was,  cute.  However, he hadn’t expected that Kiibo would accept his feelings.
Apparently, Kiibo was on a mission to discover the phenomenon known as ‘love,’
and had graciously accepted Ouma as his partner.
What a dumbass.
And now all he wanted to do was wrap himself up in said dumbasses’ arms, but he
couldn’t even do that. Ouma felt tears stinging behind his eyes as he curled
his fingers into the fabric of Kiibo’s shirt.
“Why couldn’t you have just been human instead…” Ouma muttered as he fought
back the tears. He would rather die than show such a vulnerable side of
himself. The only tears he ever let anyone see were his infamous crocodile
tears.
Kiibo let out an irate huff as he grabbed Ouma’s wrists, pushing him backwards
until his back hit the couch. Kiibo kept his wrists collected in his grip as he
held the smaller boy’s hands above his head.
Kokichi’s eyes widened in surprise at the sudden turn of events.
“I don’t understand why you always say such hurtful things.” Kiibo’s face
softened as he spoke. “I’ll show you… just how human I can be.”  
Kokichi gasped as he felt the robot’s fingers hiking up his shirt. The frigid
sensation of the metal against his skin sent chills down to his spine, straight
to his dick. He was caught between the soft cushions of the sofa and the hard
metal of his boyfriend’s hands, and it felt great.
“Oh? You think having fucking me makes you human suddenly?” Kokichi teased
mercilessly as Kiibo played with his sensitive nipples. “Ah…! Y-You’re just a
glorified dildo, so don’t get too excited Kiibaby.”
Kiibo knit his eyebrows together, giving Kokichi a pout as he rolled his thumbs
over the sensitive peaks, earning a needy moan.
Kokichi didn’t know how much longer he could keep his act up before he simply
melted from Kiibo’s touch.
“Do you usually make a habit of telling your sex toys that you love them?”
Kiibo retorted.
Kokichi felt a blush threaten appear on his face. The last time they had sex,
Kokichi had cried out a love confession during the throes of his orgasm, and it
seemed Kiibo was never going to let him live it down.
Feeling a sting of humiliation, Kokichi decided to torture Kiibo back. He
raised his leg to rub his thigh roughly against his boyfriend’s dick, which was
already semi-hard. The technology behind Kiibo was truly amazing, if not a
little shady.
Kiibo let out a sharp breath as Ouma began to rub his cock with his thigh,
enjoying the heat that spread across his face.
He felt the boy growing harder as he began to pant, closing his eyes to savor
the friction.
Kiibo’s hands trailed down toward Ouma’s own hardness, beginning to take his
pants off.
Kokichi helped kick himself free of the pants, giving Kiibo access.
Kiibo leaned down to press icy kisses around Ouma’s navel, slowly trailing
downwards. His cock ached with anticipation as Kiibo wrapped his hand around
the base.
Kiibo was amazing in that he could produce most bodily fluids, including
saliva. He felt the robot’s wet mouth slide onto his cock, letting out a
lecherous moan. Kiibo’s free hand ritualistically slipped down to spread Ouma’s
legs before fingering at his entrance.
Kokichi wouldn’t dare stop this to get some lube, so he figured Kiibo’s saliva
would suffice this time. He was a robot, after all, so it’s not like he would
catch something.
Kiibo prodded at the boy’s hole while he swirled his tongue around the base of
Ouma’s cock. His favorite part of having a robot boyfriend was that he had no
gag reflex. Kiibo’s mouth was warm, contrasting with the cold digits now
scissoring inside of him. Ouma was growing weary that he would cum on the spot
from the stimulation.
“Nnn… Just fuck me already…!” He pretended to be impatient as he squirmed from
the boy’s touch. However, Kiibo seemed on a mission to do things properly.
“Not yet, you’re not properly prepared.”
“Kiibo we fuck all the time, I don’t need this much prep!” He slapped the top
of the  robot’s head as he threw what was basically a tantrum.
“Ow! Stop hitting me! There’s nothing wrong with being cautious!”
Ouma whimpered helplessly as Kiibo shoved another finger inside of him. He
hated himself for being so sensitive.
“Whatever, just make it quick!” The small boy demanded.
The robot nodded as he squeezed in another cold finger. Ouma bit his lip as
Kiibo returned to sucking him off while his fingers massaged his insides.
Ouma’s heart rate increased as the hot and cold mixed together, driving him mad
with stimulation. He dug his nails into the couch and tightened his every
muscle in his body in an attempt to hold back.
And then Kiibo found his prostate, cold fingers grazing against the organ.
“Haah…” Ouma felt himself practically drooling from the euphoric feeling that
was growing in his groin.
Kiibo hummed cluelessly around his cock as he relentlessly sucked.
He repeated the offense, causing Ouma to cry out as he hit the spot more
directly this time.
“Kiibo, wait…” He begged, but the robot didn’t stop pleasuring him.
He massaged his sweet spot and Ouma felt himself tighten as he was about to
orgasm.
“Kiibo!”
Kiibo rubbed his prostate graciously as the heat around Ouma’s cock became
unbearable. The small boy lost his grip, coming hard into the robot’s
unexpectant mouth.
Kiibo let out a surprised noise as the hot liquid filled his mouth. Ouma
whimpered as he shook from his climax.
Kiibo swallowed everything, even licking the boy’s spent member clean.
“You…” Ouma began, struggling to catch his breath. “You… idiot…”
Kiibo wiped his mouth off as he stared dumbfounded at the small boy. Ouma
couldn’t handle his confused gaze, moving his arm to cover his face.
“Ugh… I told you to stop!” He felt shame clawing at his skin at his lack of
self-control.
“I’m sorry… You just seemed like you were enjoying yourself.” Kiibo apologize
with a guilty voice.
Of course I was, dumbass. That’s the problem!
Ouma sighed dramatically. “You really don’t understand how humans work at all,
do you?”
“T-that’s not true! I’ve done plenty of research on-”
Ouma picked up a couch pillow and threw it at the robot, muffling his voice
mid-sentence. When Kiibo looked at his uncovered face, his mouth hung slightly
agape.
“...What are you looking at?” Ouma asked suspiciously.
“You’re blushing.”
Ouma realized the robot was right as he registered the heat spread across his
face.
“So!? I can blush on command. I’m a very talented liar, after all.”
Kiibo scooted closer to the blushing boy’s face, tilting his head as he studied
him. Ouma swallowed hard, uncomfortable underneath the gaze.
“You look so attractive like this that I want to hug you. Is that strange?”
Kiibo bluntly asked. The words only heightened Ouma’s embarrassment, but he did
his best to compose his face. He shook his head no, answering the robot’s
question.
He felt Kiibo’s metal arms wrap around his waist and pull him close. Ouma
gently nuzzled his face into Kiibo’s neck. The metal cooled his face, bringing
him back to a normal temperature. He felt safe in the boy’s arms, no matter how
uncomfortable they might be at times.
“Hey, Ouma-kun?”
“What do you want, Kiibo?” He answered childishly, trying to mask his feelings.
“I think I understand what love is.”
End Notes
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